In New Granada; Or, Heroes and PatriotsKingston, William Henry Giles
History
In New Granada; Or, Heroes and Patriots
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Colombia -- History -- War of Independence, 1810-1822 -- Juvenile fiction
The jaguar seemed determined not to be disappointed of the turkey, and
would probably, I thought, spring at Manoel. The difficulty was to
avoid wounding him in shooting at the jaguar. Manoel stood ready for
action, with his staff in his hand. He dared not for a moment withdraw
his eye from the jaguar, which, had he done so, would immediately have
sprung upon him. I called to him, telling him I was coming, in case he
might not have heard my footsteps. The jaguar was all the time creeping
up, threatening at any moment to spring, and I was about twelve yards
behind Manoel when the brute began to bound forward. Manoel leapt on
one side. Now or never, I must gain the victory, or both my companion
and I might lose our lives. I fired. The jaguar bounded into the air,
then fell over on its side.
Manoel dashed forward and plunged his stick into the creature's neck,
pinning it to the ground; then drawing his manchette, he quickly
terminated its existence. We left it where it lay, for we could not
have carried its skin, even had we taken the trouble of flaying it.
Near the top of the hill we met Mr Laffan, who had witnessed the
encounter.
"Bravo, Duncan! you behaved famously; and Manoel too--he is a fine
fellow. All the same, the turkey is welcome, for I am terribly hard
set."
We soon had the bird roasting before the fire. It was, however, but a
moderate supper for four people and a dog, and I was sorry that I had
not succeeded in killing another turkey.
Mr Laffan kept constantly jumping up and looking down the path by which
we had come, in the hope of seeing our attendants; and just as the
shades of evening were creeping over the mountains, he exclaimed, "There
they are!--I hope I am not mistaken."
I could see several persons and animals winding round the side of the
hill, so I called to Manoel, and asked him if he thought they were our
friends.
"If they are Spaniards, senor, we shall be wise to move forward, for
they will treat you with but little ceremony, I suspect."
Manoel descended to a point from whence he could observe the approaching
party without being seen, and in a short time returned and relieved our
anxiety by assuring us that they were our friends. It was some time,
however, before they reached our camp.
They had been delayed by their efforts to rescue one of the mules which
had slipped over a precipice and got pitched in a tree; from which,
wonderful to relate, it was drawn up uninjured. The Spanish commandant,
we therefore concluded, had not thought fit to send in chase of us.
During the night we heard the roar of jaguars and other wild animals;
but as we kept up a blazing fire, we were not molested. In the morning,
just as we were about to start, I shot two wild turkeys; and had we had
time to spare, I might have killed several more. As we proceeded we saw
several tracks of bears and jaguars, perfectly fresh.
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